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Ch. 52: Traitor
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2025-03-14 23:35:05Astrella's point of view
What the hell? It was the same girl—but now, the left side of her face was covered in a fresh bruise, deep purple and swollen. Panic shot through me. I lunged forward, yanking her inside and slamming the door shut behind us. "What happened?" My voice trembled with fear. Someone had hurt her—badly. She let out a shaky sob, her body trembling as she threw her arms around me. I held her close, my hand gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, her voice breaking. I frowned, pulling back slightly to look at her. "Sorry for what?" She sniffled and wiped her tears, her lips quivering. "The girl who came to your room earlier wasn’t me—it was my twin. I didn't know she followed me when I bought the pregnancy test. She… she's your father’s whore." A clump swelled in my stomach. "What?" I gasped, my heart pounding. She nodded we
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